| Title: Of Past and Present Author: Kitsune Spirit Warnings: none, a little angst maybe G? Translations at bottom Part 8 ~eyes on me~ The next day Zesian woke sharply he felt he was being watched. He looked over to find the other man awake and watching him. He crawled over to the other man rubbing sleet out of his eyes and checked on the man, moving his hands slowly to show he offered no harm. The bandages were holding well and the arm was mending, he was glad it had been a fracture and not a brake it could have been a lot worse if Hawiga hadn't gotten bored with him. Afterwards he checked on the head wound constantly feeling the other mans gaze burning into him. He shifted slightly before laying the hair back gently over the wound, it hadn't needed stitches which had surprised Zesian greatly he thought the sharp hit to the head would have been worse. Pulling the covers high onto the man he met the amber gaze which had been watching him. Zesian smiled at the other man who continued to glare at him, warming his skin and making him reluctant to touch him anymore. Getting up he grasped the food he had kept last night and offered it to the man who in turn faced away in denial but the rumbling of his stomach gave the truth away. Making sure his fingers were not closer enough to be bitten Zesian offered the food to the man, waiting patiently until he accepted it, the other man ate slowly so his stomach didn't reject the food it was receiving after all it had been some days since he'd eaten. Time passed and the other man moved his uninjured arm to refuse more food, however he was too weak and the arm slumped back down. He groaned, displeased at his own weakness. After receiving water he closed his eyes again. Zesian fed himself quickly before going to get changed. Re-kindling the fire to keep it going he went outside to collect more wood and to start on the gardening. The garden wasn't too large but was over run with weeds. First he would have to dig them out before he could do anything else. Walking into the house to get the tools he checked again on the other man who was still asleep and then he went outside to start on the work. It wasn't until after one in the afternoon that Zesian reentered the house hungry. Sorting out bread, some left over meat from the pervious night and the vegetables he had brought he entered the warm room, sitting next to the priest. Looking over at him he again found the priest staring at him, his gaze changing from himself to the food and back again. Again Zesian fed the priest until he was stated earning him a whispered "thankyou". Zesian looked up in shock at the man but smiled at him, then he ate himself offering water to the other man. Once fed he went off to bathe. He was covered in dirt and grime and also had scratches from the fights he'd had with the weeds and nettles outside. After the cool bath he came back in, mixing a balm together of herbs he'd brought to help heal the priest. He applied them first to the mans wounds before applying them to his own cuts and scrapes which lingered on his hands and feet, he bit his lip when the ointment rubbed into the sore spots. He was glad he could make no sound he would have felt pathetic whimpering at little cuts when the priest had sustained a lot more and had barely made any initial sound. Putting the balm away to keep he sat back down on the wooden floor and began to read, his eyes flickering from the pages of the book to the man who was looking at him. Giving up he went over to a small desk in the far corner of the room pulling it open he grasped a pencil and some paper, moving next to the priest he sat cross legged in front of him. Not sure of what to write he started with the basics. First he wrote 'my name is Zesian... what is yours?' he prayed that the over man could read as he pushed the paper under the mans nose to let him look. He waited. Getting no response he tried again. 'Can you read? Please say yes if you can' he hoped and preyed to all gods that the other man could or their conversation from then on would be nil. Zesian waited and after some moments he got a whispered "Hai"...the priest looked at him carefully, his gaze flowing over the mans face, down to the delicate yet callused hands holding the paper, and back up to the eyes. "You can't talk can you?" he murmured, realization dawning on him, his eyes glowing in the firelight. Crossing out the other words Zesian wrote again. 'Iie, I can't'. The priest nodded, staring at him again before once more closing his eyes. Zesian moved back to his book allowing the other man to process the new information. So engrossed in it he didn't see the amber gaze once directed at him, wondering over him, trying to figure him out, and then they closed once again leaving Zesian alone in the silence. ~TRANSLATIONS~ Iie: No Hai: yes |